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I recall
Riding bicycles all over our rural neighborhood and having a job cutting grass from a young age. The nearest store was two miles away and that was a long bicycle ride for a soft drink. We grew up with Uncle Dick and Aunt Dorothy who lived in a tenant house on the small farm my parents owned. Uncle Dick never drove a car, but had a horse and buggy. We often went with him as he drove around doing different things like taking trash to the dump. One afternoon, an older cousin ran Uncle Dick's wagon down a hill and crashed into a fence row. As far as I know that old wreck is still there. All the best...
Gil
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